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Red’s Dungeon Diary
Day 28: The Wolf

The passage leading from the fifth floor down into the sixth was no mere stairway, but a colossal gate that reached the ceiling of the dungeon itself. To reach it, adventurers had no choice but to cross through a thicket of barren, thorn-ridden trees—twisted flora native to the ruins.

Life in this forest was scarce: a scatter of insects, gnawing vermin, drifting relic stars… and one far more dangerous creature, awaiting those unfortunate enough to encounter it.

The Wolf. A towering black beast, body thick with the strength of a battle-hardened alpha. He was the warden of the gateway below, his howls reverberating through the dungeon halls, weaving into the false heavens above with their painted moon.

But he was no ordinary wolf. Witnesses told of him stepping forth from sheer void, vanishing at will into a shroud of pale smoke. His mind was sharp, his fangs like carved steel, his claws honed as if by the forge of war. Many a bold adventurer met their end beneath his weight, their flesh torn and devoured once the hunt was done.

To fight him outright was folly. That is why most adventurers would sprint desperately through the forest, racing to the gate before his shadow emerged. Others tried to placate him with offerings, yet such gestures seldom swayed the wolf’s hunger—his taste for human flesh was not so easily denied.

That day, Red awoke upon a bed of withered grass. A chill wind swept across him, leaving his body shivering, weary, and aching. Blinking through the haze, he saw his belongings and clothes strewn upon the ground nearby—untouched, nothing missing. Yet when he turned back, the silhouette of the house upon the hill had vanished.

It seemed he now stood just beyond the barren forest. Rising to his feet, he glimpsed, through the stark lattice of leafless trees, the faint outline of a floor-gate. Overhead, the swollen moon still hung in its heavy silence. Grasping his pack, Red pressed forward into the forest’s skeletal maze.

He had never set foot here before, but he had studied enough journals of great explorers, dungeon survival manuals, and the tales passed down from other adventurers to know of the predator lurking in this land—the great black wolf. And the surest way to survive it was not to fight.

So Red darted through the thickets, thrusting aside branches armed with thorns, stumbling but never faltering. His arms and cheeks were scored with fresh scratches that welled with blood. Damn it, my wounds had just healed… he thought, yet he refused to slow his pace.

Then it came—a howl, sharp and shattering, that ripped the silence of the forest. Red’s heart seized. He’s here… His legs pumped harder than ever, until at last he burst free of the tree line. The towering gate loomed before him. I made it! he cried out, elation swelling in his chest.

But before he could take another step, a veil of black smoke surged from behind, striking the ground between him and the gate. Stunned, Red stumbled forward and crashed into the earth, pain wracking his body.

From within that shadow, a clawed hand, talons glinting like steel, thrust down into the soil. Terrified, Red scrambled backward as the shape before him shifted—black fur unfurled like a cloak of night, muscles rippling beneath, until the beast rose to its full height.

A mighty wolf stood there, immense and terrible, its form easily twice the size of Red’s. Its crimson eyes burned as they locked upon him.

Before Red could draw a breath, the wolf lunged, pinning him flat against the earth with its massive weight. Its muzzle pressed close, sniffing with unbroken rhythm. Hot, ragged breaths bathed Red’s face, carrying the overpowering musk of a dominant beast.

“So small,” the creature growled, its voice deep, like stones grinding together. “Yet the scent of man… it is rich. I think I shall not disdain it.”

“Please—don’t…” Red trembled, forcing his eyes open to meet that crimson gaze. “I… I can give you something else, if you… spare me.”

“Something else?” The wolf’s voice was heavy, sovereign, unyielding. “If you do not know, I crave nothing but the flesh of those who dare trespass in my domain. Not gold nor jewels, not even the gift of a god, could save your fragile life, little dragon.”

“But…” Red’s voice quavered, “I will give you something you cannot refuse.”

“Speak, then. Let me hear.”

Swallowing hard, Red whispered, “You know… you are the only wolf in this entire dungeon—perhaps in all of the fifth floor. And you know, it is the season of breeding across the dungeon… I think you must feel the stir within you as well.”

He had never imagined he would utter such words. Yet with his life hanging by a thread, Red knew—better shame than death. Ever since his encounter with the Minotaur, he had learned: this, too, could be a path to survival.

“…You…” The great wolf’s eyes narrowed, surprise flashing for a heartbeat before his voice sank once more into that deep, sovereign growl. “Very well… truly, a curious prey.”

Red swallowed hard, once again. Then he felt it—something pressing faintly against his belly. A thick, suffocating wave of musk and heat washed over him, sharper than before, the scent of a male beast in its hunger.

“…Are you that pent up?” Red whispered timidly, his voice barely carrying, uncertain if he was pleading or questioning.

The wolf only gazed at him, lips curling into something that was almost a smile. Red’s eyes dropped, and he realized then—the beast’s massive dick had been rock hard all this while, dangling between his legs, twitching and leaking.

“Shall we begin?” the wolf rumbled at last.

The wolf wasted no time. He seized Red’s hips with both hands.
“Legs up, little dragon,” he growled, pressing his muzzle close to the nape of Red’s neck, sending a shiver through him.

The wolf tried to push his massive cock inside Red, at first it met some resistance but with the male wolf's strength, the red rocket successfully entered, hitting the inner walls causing him to let out a big scream.

The knot was still stuck outside due to its massive size still being too much for Red's tight hole. “For now, just like this. I only need to work you out a little—then this darling will slip right in,” he said, smiling with a wicked curl of his lips.

Just like that, the wolf used that position to stir Red's guts up, each thrust into his inner walls and prostate made the poor dragon let out moans of pleasure. Blood rushed hotly into Red’s dick with every brutal thrust of the beastly wolf, making it stand up, rock hard.

After a few erotic minutes of that thick ring hollowing him out, made his little cock shot hot white streaks all over his face, chest and the ground, Red let out a loud moan as he climaxed.

“So soon?” the wolf murmured. “You truly are adorable… but I am far from finished with you, little dragon.”

“Flip over, dragon,” the wolf commanded. Red obeyed, turning himself onto all fours, palms and knees pressed against the cold ground.

The wolf continued to use this position to bully the dragon's poor ass. Suddenly Red noticed that the wolf had stopped thrusting, instead he tried to use force, pushing forward, he was trying to force his knot inside him. Finally with continuous thrusting, the giant knot finally entered with a loud pop.

Red moaned hard, his body shaking uncontrollably as his cock shot another fresh, hot streak of semen onto the ground. before he could regain his composure, the wolf suddenly pulled the knot out. The thing was pulled out with another wet pop, making red's whole body shake violently. Then he pushed the massive knot back in again.

With the relentless pull and shove of that brutal force, Red’s legs finally gave out, his body trembling uncontrollably. His hole was stretched to it's limit, straining against the merciless pressure. finally, an orgasm hit him like a wall, made him let out one heavy moan. Red shot a big load onto the ground, painted it white.

The wolf clamped a final thrust into him, pushing the knot entirely inside and started to fill the dragon's gut with his own hot seed. Red could feel the hot fluid of the male wolf filling him up.

“That was… extraordinary,” the wolf panted, his breath heavy. “I’ll spare your life, little dragon… but you will remain here with me for the rest of this day.” His words rumbled low into Red’s ear, binding him with their weight.